“Did you see the glow?” asked the obnoxious man.
As a gift to my wife on this Valentine’s Day, I want to tell all of you about the glow. I first heard of the glow from the above mentioned guy, who was a co-worker of my ex-wife. Yes, in order to sufficiently tell this tale justice I must include my ex-wife. You all probably know the type of guy I am talking about. As loud and unattractive as the tropical shirts he insists on wearing as his casual clothing in Ohio. I couldn’t of hated her company functions more – a gathering of people who could barely stand each other enough to be polite during the work day. This guy was usually holding court somewhere making some person’s life miserable in his boisterous attempts at jocular humor. I become his target at one such event when he asked if I had seen the glow around my wife when I met her the first time.
Now let’s be clear about his own situation. His wife was one of those women who was angry at the world for the poor hand she was dealt in life. She was unattractive from the inside out, as nothing had ever gone her way. She especially didn’t win a prize with her marriage to this goof. How could I believe he looked at this miserable creature and seen a shimmering ray of light. This same guy who if given the opportunity, would have made himself available to my wife had she offered. I completely disregarded his assertion that there was such a thing. The fact was I didn’t see a glow around my ex. I’m not saying this to be petty. I just didn’t. The most I ever found was a sparkle or two, which I felt was enough at the time.
It somewhat pains me to admit that this guy was indeed correct. I did finally see the glow. It was just on another woman. A woman who arrived to one of our theater dinners as an invited guest. She arrived just after we had finished our dinner, almost out of nowhere. I had never crossed paths with her before. She was strikingly attractive standing before us in her shapely green dress. I was so taken by her. There it was. The glow. Anne-Marie Murphy was the only thing I remember about that evening.
Anne-Marie will be quick to tell you she has no recollection of me being at that table. I was indeed wearing the cloak of marriage that night. Let me be clear, I chose to do nothing about it at that time. I was, after all, devoted to the idea of being a devoted husband. It was fortunate then that my wife decided that she was the one that would explore infidelity later on that summer. Her decision to end our marriage was indeed for the better. The fates being kind, I was soon to cross paths with Anne-Marie again a few short months later.
That gal of mine still shines for me. Her light has been my guide over these years. I am blessed to have found the glow. I know just how elusive it can be, but I hope most of you have seen it yourself.
Happy Valentine’s Day
As a gift to my wife on this Valentine’s Day, I want to tell all of you about the glow. I first heard of the glow from the above mentioned guy, who was a co-worker of my ex-wife. Yes, in order to sufficiently tell this tale justice I must include my ex-wife. You all probably know the type of guy I am talking about. As loud and unattractive as the tropical shirts he insists on wearing as his casual clothing in Ohio. I couldn’t of hated her company functions more – a gathering of people who could barely stand each other enough to be polite during the work day. This guy was usually holding court somewhere making some person’s life miserable in his boisterous attempts at jocular humor. I become his target at one such event when he asked if I had seen the glow around my wife when I met her the first time.
Now let’s be clear about his own situation. His wife was one of those women who was angry at the world for the poor hand she was dealt in life. She was unattractive from the inside out, as nothing had ever gone her way. She especially didn’t win a prize with her marriage to this goof. How could I believe he looked at this miserable creature and seen a shimmering ray of light. This same guy who if given the opportunity, would have made himself available to my wife had she offered. I completely disregarded his assertion that there was such a thing. The fact was I didn’t see a glow around my ex. I’m not saying this to be petty. I just didn’t. The most I ever found was a sparkle or two, which I felt was enough at the time.
It somewhat pains me to admit that this guy was indeed correct. I did finally see the glow. It was just on another woman. A woman who arrived to one of our theater dinners as an invited guest. She arrived just after we had finished our dinner, almost out of nowhere. I had never crossed paths with her before. She was strikingly attractive standing before us in her shapely green dress. I was so taken by her. There it was. The glow. Anne-Marie Murphy was the only thing I remember about that evening.
Anne-Marie will be quick to tell you she has no recollection of me being at that table. I was indeed wearing the cloak of marriage that night. Let me be clear, I chose to do nothing about it at that time. I was, after all, devoted to the idea of being a devoted husband. It was fortunate then that my wife decided that she was the one that would explore infidelity later on that summer. Her decision to end our marriage was indeed for the better. The fates being kind, I was soon to cross paths with Anne-Marie again a few short months later.
That gal of mine still shines for me. Her light has been my guide over these years. I am blessed to have found the glow. I know just how elusive it can be, but I hope most of you have seen it yourself.
Happy Valentine’s Day
